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Chronicles of a Postage Stamp Gardener: Signs of Growth!

It’s been nine days since the first planting and there’s already a lot of growth in my garden. Tiny little green plants sprouting through my dirt! I’m almost tempted to give you a recipe for my favorite roasted beet and carrot mixed green salad. But I’ll hold off until I really have the garden fresh ingredients! I took my clip board outside with me to reference the sketch of my prior planting and saw that I have lettuce, kale, carrots and even tiny signs of peas. Not sure if this is a product of planting during the waning moon or my super soil, but I’m quite excited that things are starting to grow!

Although I couldn’t be prouder at the prospect of my own 4 x 4 boxed gardens, I have to admit I had a humbling experience while touring my friend Lou’s backyard. 150 bulbs of garlic, sprouting in neat rows nearly a foot high and just waiting to produce pungently flavorful squiggly garlic scapes, are the tip of the iceberg in Lou’s backyard garden. He’s growing everything I am in a lot more space plus he has grand plans for 40 plus tomato trees, horse radish, and even a fig tree. His sprawling garden, graced by 8 hours of full sun, is definitely making me feel a bit inadequate four doors up the street with my small postage stamp garden.

But, I must remind myself why I am a Postage Stamp Gardener and re-read what spoke to me on page 6 of The Postage Stamp Garden Book:

“So if you have a space problem, if you’re a first time gardener, if you’ve tried before and failed, or if you’d just like to try a system that’s easy and satisfying and produces tremendous results.”

That’s me all wrapped up in one sentence. We’ll just have to wait, see and hopefully eat a lot of vegetables. In the meantime, at least I have Lou, my generous friend, who loves to share food!

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One of the most generous people I’ve ever known actually. And you do, at least with me!

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About Alison J. Bermack

It all began when I was a child cooking with my dad, the kitchen a magnet for cooking and camaraderie, a refuge from adolescence. I spent countless hours chopping, sautéing and simmering my way through childhood. And now, with three kids of my own, I’m still chopping, but this time through their childhood and often with friends.